Chapter 57
Have you ever heard of acupuncture?
The young man sitting on the ground inexplicably felt another chill creeping over him.
He didn't understand why these dozen or so thin silver needles in Chen Huan's hands were more frightening and terrifying than when he held a knife.
"Young man, have you ever heard of acupuncture?" Chen Huan pulled out a needle and gently shook it.
The expression on his face was meaningful.
"What the hell? You either pay up, or you can wait for this little girl to go to hell..." The young man suddenly became vicious.
Clearly, he didn't intend to let Chen Huan continue to act recklessly.
With a contract and a trump card in hand, Chen Huan certainly wouldn't dare to kill anyone in broad daylight. The situation should be completely under my control.
But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then he felt nothing more.
I can't feel anything from my chest down; the only things I can move right now are my arms and head.
He looked down in surprise and found that the silver needle in Chen Huan's hand was already stuck in his chest.
"What did you do to me?"
"Why can't I feel anything in my lower body?" The young man asked, his voice filled with deep fear, as if he had seen a ghost.
Then she went crazy, constantly pinching and slapping her thighs with her hands.
She then struggled to reach into her pants, before breaking down in tears, crying, "Oh no, why can't I feel anything?"
Did I poop in my pants?
Chen Huan moved back a little and fanned his nose with his hand. "No doubt about it, you really did have diarrhea."
"See this silver needle? From this silver needle down, you will no longer have any sensation in these parts of your body."
"Have you ever heard of a person in a vegetative state? You're practically one now."
"You'll still be able to think clearly and move your hands, but the rest of your body will be useless."
"I can only poop in my pants. I hope that giving you this 90,000 yuan will bring you some comfort."
"Come on, give me your account number, I'll transfer the money to you right away. You don't need the IOU or anything, you can keep it."
As Chen Huan spoke, he waved the phone in his hand.
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The young man completely broke down, exclaiming, "Are you a monster?"
"You actually paralyzed me! I don't want to be a vegetable! Give me back my body..."
Chen Huan pursed his lips. "I'm definitely not a devil. At least I don't lend money at exorbitant interest rates or rip off young girls."
"I would never even think of taking nude photos of someone to use as blackmail."
"I forgot to tell you, your current symptoms are not yet irreversible."
"Within three minutes, if I use a special method to undo it for you, it should return to normal."
"However, even if Hua Tuo were alive today, he could only apologize to you three minutes later."
The young man, who had been on the verge of collapse, immediately became excited. "I understand, brother, I know what you want."
"Hey you, hurry up and get the original IOU from Zhao Jingjing from the bread truck, right now!"
Behind him, a man with a bruised and swollen face hesitated for a moment before running out of the alley.
She came running back shortly after, panting, holding an IOU in her hand, and nervously handed it to Chen Huan.
His eyes were fixed on the needle in Chen Huan's hand, and then he quickly ran away.
He was clearly afraid that Chen Huan would also give him that injection.
"Take a look, is there any problem?" Chen Huan slowly raised his hand and handed the IOU to Zhao Jingjing.
Zhao Jingjing snatched it away and examined it carefully.
The young man was on the verge of collapse. "Brother, sister, please have mercy on me. I don't have much time left."
"Please help me quickly! I promise I'll never lend money at exorbitant interest rates again. I'll turn over a new leaf, study hard, and improve myself every day..."
This guy is completely terrified now, and he's talking incoherently in an attempt to preserve his sense of body.
Zhao Jingjing nodded to Chen Huan, "That's right, it's this one."
"They forced me to sign it a couple of days ago, before I came back."
"Just tear it up," Chen Huan replied casually.
"Is that okay?" Zhao Jingjing's eyes widened.
This sudden surprise made her feel like she was in a dream and she could hardly believe it.
"Or you can give it to me," Chen Huan said, feigning to extend his hand.
"Dream on!" Zhao Jingjing pursed her lips, her usual arrogant expression returning to her face.
Then, with her fair and delicate hands, she quickly tore the IOU to shreds.
Then he took out a lighter from Chen Huan's pocket and lit it in the same spot.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the IOU turn completely gray.
When he looked up, he found Chen Huan staring at him with a strange expression.
Zhao Jingjing asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Chen Huan muttered softly, "When you were touching the lighter just now, did you touch something else?"
Zhao Jingjing thought about it carefully, then looked at her fair fingers, and her face turned red.
"I...I didn't mean to, really..."
The young man, sprawled on the ground, wailed, "Help! Please, please save me!"
"Three minutes are almost up. If I wait any longer, I'm really done for."
Chen Huan gave him a look full of disdain.
He then pricked his chest several more times with silver needles before getting up and putting the needles away.
"Is that all?" The young man sat up, pinched his thigh, and winced in pain.
But he was laughing, "Alright, alright, you're conscious again."
"Let me see if there's any there..."
As he spoke, he reached into his pants and cursed, "Damn, I really pooped."
Chen Huan winked at Zhao Jingjing, then put his hands in his pockets and swaggered towards the alley entrance.
The young man's accomplices were all pressed against the wall, as if they wanted to hang themselves on it.
Chen Huan ignored them and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Then they realized the lighter was gone.
With a snap, a lighter held in a fair, delicate hand was handed to her.
Zhao Jingjing lit Chen Huan's cigarette, her expression complex, but Chen Huan could see the gratitude in it.
"Thank you, Chen Huan."
"If you hadn't come to save me, I would have really been done for." Zhao Jingjing's tone was gentle, and her attitude was quite sincere.
Chen Huan took a drag of his cigarette, squinted, and said, "Just a verbal thank you?"
Zhao Jingjing suddenly felt embarrassed. "Then, what else do you want?"
"I saved you from a famine of 30,000 yuan and rescued you from dire straits. Shouldn't I at least do something practical?" Chen Huan blinked, looking like a lecherous man.
"What practical action?" Zhao Jingjing asked hesitantly.
"Why don't you give me a kiss, as a gesture of…" Chen Huan said with a grin.
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Jingjing suddenly pouted and leaned closer, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Then he quickly retreated and said seriously, "Okay, now I don't owe you anything."
Chen Huan stared in disbelief, and weakly uttered the last words, "Interest..."
He didn't understand why these dozen or so thin silver needles in Chen Huan's hands were more frightening and terrifying than when he held a knife.
"Young man, have you ever heard of acupuncture?" Chen Huan pulled out a needle and gently shook it.
The expression on his face was meaningful.
"What the hell? You either pay up, or you can wait for this little girl to go to hell..." The young man suddenly became vicious.
Clearly, he didn't intend to let Chen Huan continue to act recklessly.
With a contract and a trump card in hand, Chen Huan certainly wouldn't dare to kill anyone in broad daylight. The situation should be completely under my control.
But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then he felt nothing more.
I can't feel anything from my chest down; the only things I can move right now are my arms and head.
He looked down in surprise and found that the silver needle in Chen Huan's hand was already stuck in his chest.
"What did you do to me?"
"Why can't I feel anything in my lower body?" The young man asked, his voice filled with deep fear, as if he had seen a ghost.
Then she went crazy, constantly pinching and slapping her thighs with her hands.
She then struggled to reach into her pants, before breaking down in tears, crying, "Oh no, why can't I feel anything?"
Did I poop in my pants?
Chen Huan moved back a little and fanned his nose with his hand. "No doubt about it, you really did have diarrhea."
"See this silver needle? From this silver needle down, you will no longer have any sensation in these parts of your body."
"Have you ever heard of a person in a vegetative state? You're practically one now."
"You'll still be able to think clearly and move your hands, but the rest of your body will be useless."
"I can only poop in my pants. I hope that giving you this 90,000 yuan will bring you some comfort."
"Come on, give me your account number, I'll transfer the money to you right away. You don't need the IOU or anything, you can keep it."
As Chen Huan spoke, he waved the phone in his hand.
(Please remember to read good books on 101kanshu.com, 2020s.com, a super convenient website for reading the fastest chapter updates.)
The young man completely broke down, exclaiming, "Are you a monster?"
"You actually paralyzed me! I don't want to be a vegetable! Give me back my body..."
Chen Huan pursed his lips. "I'm definitely not a devil. At least I don't lend money at exorbitant interest rates or rip off young girls."
"I would never even think of taking nude photos of someone to use as blackmail."
"I forgot to tell you, your current symptoms are not yet irreversible."
"Within three minutes, if I use a special method to undo it for you, it should return to normal."
"However, even if Hua Tuo were alive today, he could only apologize to you three minutes later."
The young man, who had been on the verge of collapse, immediately became excited. "I understand, brother, I know what you want."
"Hey you, hurry up and get the original IOU from Zhao Jingjing from the bread truck, right now!"
Behind him, a man with a bruised and swollen face hesitated for a moment before running out of the alley.
She came running back shortly after, panting, holding an IOU in her hand, and nervously handed it to Chen Huan.
His eyes were fixed on the needle in Chen Huan's hand, and then he quickly ran away.
He was clearly afraid that Chen Huan would also give him that injection.
"Take a look, is there any problem?" Chen Huan slowly raised his hand and handed the IOU to Zhao Jingjing.
Zhao Jingjing snatched it away and examined it carefully.
The young man was on the verge of collapse. "Brother, sister, please have mercy on me. I don't have much time left."
"Please help me quickly! I promise I'll never lend money at exorbitant interest rates again. I'll turn over a new leaf, study hard, and improve myself every day..."
This guy is completely terrified now, and he's talking incoherently in an attempt to preserve his sense of body.
Zhao Jingjing nodded to Chen Huan, "That's right, it's this one."
"They forced me to sign it a couple of days ago, before I came back."
"Just tear it up," Chen Huan replied casually.
"Is that okay?" Zhao Jingjing's eyes widened.
This sudden surprise made her feel like she was in a dream and she could hardly believe it.
"Or you can give it to me," Chen Huan said, feigning to extend his hand.
"Dream on!" Zhao Jingjing pursed her lips, her usual arrogant expression returning to her face.
Then, with her fair and delicate hands, she quickly tore the IOU to shreds.
Then he took out a lighter from Chen Huan's pocket and lit it in the same spot.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the IOU turn completely gray.
When he looked up, he found Chen Huan staring at him with a strange expression.
Zhao Jingjing asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Chen Huan muttered softly, "When you were touching the lighter just now, did you touch something else?"
Zhao Jingjing thought about it carefully, then looked at her fair fingers, and her face turned red.
"I...I didn't mean to, really..."
The young man, sprawled on the ground, wailed, "Help! Please, please save me!"
"Three minutes are almost up. If I wait any longer, I'm really done for."
Chen Huan gave him a look full of disdain.
He then pricked his chest several more times with silver needles before getting up and putting the needles away.
"Is that all?" The young man sat up, pinched his thigh, and winced in pain.
But he was laughing, "Alright, alright, you're conscious again."
"Let me see if there's any there..."
As he spoke, he reached into his pants and cursed, "Damn, I really pooped."
Chen Huan winked at Zhao Jingjing, then put his hands in his pockets and swaggered towards the alley entrance.
The young man's accomplices were all pressed against the wall, as if they wanted to hang themselves on it.
Chen Huan ignored them and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Then they realized the lighter was gone.
With a snap, a lighter held in a fair, delicate hand was handed to her.
Zhao Jingjing lit Chen Huan's cigarette, her expression complex, but Chen Huan could see the gratitude in it.
"Thank you, Chen Huan."
"If you hadn't come to save me, I would have really been done for." Zhao Jingjing's tone was gentle, and her attitude was quite sincere.
Chen Huan took a drag of his cigarette, squinted, and said, "Just a verbal thank you?"
Zhao Jingjing suddenly felt embarrassed. "Then, what else do you want?"
"I saved you from a famine of 30,000 yuan and rescued you from dire straits. Shouldn't I at least do something practical?" Chen Huan blinked, looking like a lecherous man.
"What practical action?" Zhao Jingjing asked hesitantly.
"Why don't you give me a kiss, as a gesture of…" Chen Huan said with a grin.
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Jingjing suddenly pouted and leaned closer, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Then he quickly retreated and said seriously, "Okay, now I don't owe you anything."
Chen Huan stared in disbelief, and weakly uttered the last words, "Interest..."